S, A, D Season Poem by Matthew Holloway

Tis the season
To be thoughtful
Amid the shortened days
Where sunlight barely appears
And serotonin falls
Like the proverbial snow or ice
And the chemical imbalance
Plays against joyful celebrations
Tis the season
Of expectations and pressure
To play along with tradition
Where sleep calls louder
Than the choirs and parties
Tis the season
Of quiet convalesing
The affective disorder
And it's misunderstanding
Tis the season
For giving
A thought
Before a word